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Feb 12, 2006 11:11

I feel kind of like death. I hate working Sunday mornings ( Read more... )

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thetexasradio February 12 2006, 16:55:00 UTC

look at alex's facebook pictures

sweetmarie83 February 12 2006, 17:38:41 UTC

i'm sorry that your memory does not serve you correctly, but it was i who actually whooped asssss.

thetexasradio February 13 2006, 03:32:25 UTC

what was the spark that set fire to everything?

sweetmarie83 February 13 2006, 04:08:42 UTC

cats v dogs, dude. and then i was holding your hat over the toilet and shit done blowed up.

sillycymberlin February 12 2006, 17:54:51 UTC

bbbbball!!!! at 2...

ddddddball at 3

thetexasradio February 13 2006, 03:31:25 UTC

i was in no condition to do physical activity when i finished work

chilibone February 12 2006, 23:48:55 UTC

hot mess how did i miss this action

damn my eyes

at least i still have my car the morning after

thetexasradio February 13 2006, 03:30:56 UTC

i thought you were in indy?

i considered finding your car and stealing the transmission but those are heavy and i don't know what they look like

chilibone February 13 2006, 05:26:52 UTC

i was, i am still but damn if February don't make animals out of us all

a transmission looks almost exactly like a baby tapir

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creepy eyeball picture imtheplantlady February 13 2006, 15:41:11 UTC

wow, eyeballs give me the willies. and now you have an eyeball facebook picture and i'm pretty sure it's not your own eyeball... nice shaving cream pic by the way, you look pretty pissed.

Re: creepy eyeball picture thetexasradio February 13 2006, 16:52:48 UTC

you have two eyeballs right inside your own head, weirdo

i was too drunk to be angry. i just happened to be wearing my favorite jeans, jacket, hat, and sweatshirt and they all got douched with shaving cream.

HHAHAHAHAHhahahahahahahahahahahha holyhelmet February 13 2006, 19:59:09 UTC

At least your clothes wash easily! My entire residence was covered in a thin layer of what was a mixture of shaving cream, beer, dirt, hard booze, and other shit I can't even think about.
The night was topped off by the door to my room breaking and landing--with quite a forceful impact--right ontop of my damn cds. It was an explosion of plastic, and I blame it on fucking Billy Gibbons: I was trying to prevent Gina from putting ZZ Fucking Top in the cd player when that happened.